Tears roll down my face as I open my eyes.
Feeling deep pain not knowing why.
I wipe the tears as I kneel down to pray.
Only God can help me get through the day.
Stand up and fight the Black Dog is all I can do.
Think of happy things not to feel blue.
No one can see this deep pain I carry inside.
This Black Dog whispers in my ear only telling lies.
Sometimes he attacks I can’t even stand.
Feeling so beat up and battered no one to take my hand.
I hope one day I find a leash.
To put on this Black Dog and tigh him to a tree.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
Tears roll down my face as I open my eyes.
Feeling deep pain not knowing why.
I wipe the tears as I kneel down to pray.
Only God can help me get through the day.
Stand up and fight the Black Dog is all I can do.
Think of happy things not to feel blue.
No one can see this deep pain I carry inside.
This Black Dog whispers in my ear only telling lies.
Sometimes he attacks I can’t even stand.
Feeling so beat up and battered no one to take my hand.
I hope one day I find a leash.
To put on this Black Dog and tigh him to a tree.
Winston Churchill once called his depression (ABlackDog).
